The blood appeared, and Yang Muyun finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that the ancestors didn't dislike it and took the sacrifice.
Immediately, the blood light disappeared and bubbles emerged.
What surprised Yang Muyun was that three bubbles appeared on the spot.
It is worthy of being the corpse of the Sword Saint.
But the moment he reached out, Yang Muyun's heart skipped a beat.
"Are you given three or choose one of three?"
The ancestors shouldn't be so stingy, right?
However, considering the unreliable virtues of our ancestors, Yang Muyun's heart hangs again.
If you just give one more choice, you have to be cautious.
Dashi had seen Yang Muyun performing sacrifices and knew that there were good things in the bubbles, so he looked at them curiously.
It was the first time that the old chief and Ying saw the sacrifice. They all stared at each other in disbelief and kept rolling their eyes around them.
It seems to be talking about - what about prey, what about prey? Such a big prey, how can it be gone if it is gone?
Yang Muyun carefully observed the three bubbles in front of him.
On the left is a cross carved with the pattern of rose fire feathers, which is supposed to be related to the gift of the gods on the body of the Sword Saint of the Wind.
If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a piece of armor or a whole set.
On the right is a crystal clear stone, but it may also be a highly condensed energy body. A sharp breath can be felt through the bubbles.
If nothing unexpected happens, it should be related to the sword.
There is also a stone in the middle, but this one is golden, calm and heavy.
Yang Muyun thought about it and it might be related to boxing, or something else.
How to choose?
When Yang Muyun was wandering, he turned around and asked, "Old Chief... in our customs, is it noble on the left or the noble on the right?"
"You are the chief now, so I'd better continue to be a shaman." The old man waved his hand quickly, "We don't pay attention to these things in our customs. We put whatever sacrifices to ancestors, and give them all good things to ancestors."
When Yang Muyun heard this, his heart moved. The child made a choice, and the adults wanted it!
"Dashi, come here, stand here. Ying, come here too, stand here." Yang Muyun signaled everyone to put their palms next to the bubble, "I'll call one, two, three, and then let's do it together, do you understand?"
Dashi nodded excitedly, but Ying was worried.
The chief is trying to steal the things from his ancestors.
But before Ying thought too much, the countdown had already begun. Although Ying was worried, her body gave her honest feedback when she heard the "three".
Well, I got it!
Not to mention, the feeling of robbery is just a pleasure.
Yang Muyun laughed, "Let good things slip away from their eyes is the greatest disrespect to our ancestors. We will do this best to suit our ancestors' wishes."
When the shaman thought about it carefully, it seemed that this was true and his ancestors would not blame him.
Then, the shaman came to the three of them to see what good things they had obtained.
The transparent crystals in Yang Muyun's hand melted quickly like ice, and the howling sword energy rolled and surged in the palm of his palm, and then drilled into his body along the pores.
Yang Muyun's listless aura became stronger and stronger little by little, and his warm temperament became as sharp as a sword.
The golden crystals in Dashi's hand also melted rapidly, and the pure energy was like sticky honey, slowly covering Dashi's body, and then blending into it bit by bit.
When the last golden light disappeared, Dashi roared excitedly and waved his fist at the air.
Yang Muyun's eyes lit up because he saw the changes in Dashi.
Before, Dashi was straightforward when he hit someone with his fist. He didn't know how to accumulate strength or retain his strength. It would be fine if he hit someone with one punch, but if he hit him in the air, he would even throw himself away.
But now, Dashi punched in a row, and punched more than a dozen times in an instant, each time with a clear sound of breaking through the air, not only with the wind of the fist, but also with the energy of the fist. He also matched his steps when punching, the upper and lower bodies.
Precision linkage.
"Chief, look, am I so awesome?"
Yang Muyun immediately praised: "Awesome, you are now a master of boxing."
Sure enough, cultivation is the least efficient way to become stronger. Dashi can do all the boxing and footwork that the Sword Saint of the Wind practices throughout his life.
Then everyone looked at the shadow together.
Shadow spread her palms, and a blood-colored cross lay in her palm.
"Chief, this is the belief of heretics. Can I not use it?"
Yang Muyun shook his head, "This is the spoil we seized from the enemy! Moreover, this is given by our ancestors, not the faith of heretics. Take it with you, master its power, and then use this power to revenge. Do you understand!"
The shadow shook all over and immediately hung the cross on his neck and covered it with clothes.
I don’t know how the shadow started, blood-colored lights rose from his chest and quickly covered his whole body. The blood light solidified and turned into a set of mighty full-body armor.
Shadow's palm grabbed the palm, and a blood-colored light appeared in the palm of the palm, slowly condensed into a weapon.
However, without waiting for the shadow to observe carefully, the blood light shattered and retracted into the body like a receding tide, and the unformed weapon disappeared.
Huff...
The shadow knelt weakly on the ground, holding his hands on the ground without falling down, big drops of sweat gathered on his chin, falling down dripping.
"The cost of armor is too great, I can't bear it." Ying clenched his fists and said in shame: "Chief, I'm disappointed you. I can't deserve this armor, so I'd better use it for others.
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Yang Muyun thought to himself: This armor is of the highest value, but it is also the most useless, because the current strength of the three of them cannot support the huge consumption. He is handsome in only five seconds and has not even pulled out his weapon and is knocked back to his original form.
The value in actual combat is infinitely close to zero.
No wonder the Sword Saint of the Wind took it out at the critical moment of life and death.
It's not to hide the trump card, but it can't be consumed.
Yang Muyun squatted down and patted Ying's shoulder, then pointed to the dozen or so little dolls next to him who were dragging their nose bubbles.
"Come on, tell me who is this armor for!"
Ying raised her head and looked at the tender but hard-working faces. She vaguely saw the children's fathers between her familiar eyebrows and eyes.
Yang Muyun shouted at Ying's ear: "That's right, you joined the flower planting family and have support! But this does not mean that you can unload the burden, nor does it mean that you can no longer be responsible for them. On the contrary,
, You carry more."
Yang Muyun stood up and turned to the little dolls and said, "You are all soldiers! Even if you are not now, I will still strictly require you with the standards for cultivating soldiers. At the flower planter, you don't have to consider collecting and hunting, nor do you have to worry about arable land or farming.
Building a house. Your only task is to become stronger. The purpose of becoming stronger is to fight! Do you understand?"
All the little dolls raised their heads proudly, yelling with all their strength: "I understand!"
Ying also stood up on the ground, straightened her back hard and raised her head, "Chief, I understand too!"
[Thanks to Bingfeng Xuewu for rewarding 30,000 starting coins, hereby update, 7/10]